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My Man Rick 4
When I got back to our bungalow, Jen had just come in and settled down on the love-seat with a glass of wine. "How did it go?" she asked.
"Malik is a lot more comfortable with men now," I said, "mostly because he knows that I won't out him, and he feels safe. He completely blew Blondie's mind--his name is actually Brian--and I thought the kid would practically have a heart attack when he saw him naked." I told her about how I had surprised Brian with Malik, and he had sucked us off in the hot tub and we had fucked him, and even how Malik had gone as far as sucking Brian's cock.
"How did you enjoy `raping' your friend's husband?" I asked.
"We all had a ball," she responded. "They're lots of fun. The wife, Peg, was hot to see her husband fucking other women. They just started experimenting with other couples a few weeks ago, so they don't have that much experience. Her husband, Roger, had done a bit more group sex in the past before they got married, so he was more comfortable, even though they were both a bit shy and tentative.
"We girls all made out with each other, and then took turns sucking Roger's cock. He's not that big, so it was easy for Ingrid and me to deep-throat him. I think Peg has some technique to learn, because she can't get him all the way down her throat though he is pretty average size. Nice cock though, I must say. Really hard, and he could keep going a long time. Lots of stamina.
"Then he and we took turns eating out each other's cunts, and finally, he took turns fucking us and we tag-teamed him for about a half hour before he blew his load while Peg was sucking him. He has a lot of energy, and could do a lot of pretty athletic positions, and so we all had a good time. Us girls all climaxed a bunch of times, and Roger had the one really explosive one. We finished about a half-hour ago, and Ingrid and I left. I think Peg and Roger were still horny and are probably going at it again."
"Do you think you can manage one more time for me?" I asked, running my hand up her leg to gently caress her through her panties. I was already hard again, imagining the scene that Jen had just described.
"I think I could manage once more," she said, "but you know I only really like to fuck really big cocks."
"I think I can manage that," I said, smiling slyly. I took her in my arms and started to kiss her, as she pushed off my shirt and I stripped off her dress and bra. In her panties, she went down on me, working my cock through my briefs, until they were sopping wet, and then lifting them over my cock and sliding me down her throat. For a short while she can get me all the way down to the pubes, but can't keep it up forever. Oh, my, she is a good cock-sucker, her mouth warm and soft, practicing a variety of suction, tricks with her tongue and everything she has learned that I like.
After five minutes or so of her work on my hardon, I pulled her into a kiss, finding her clit with my left middle finger and gently massaging it until she was gasping, building to her first climax. I slipped my hands behind her back and under her legs, lifted her and carried her into the bedroom.
There, I slipped off her panties, and got down between her thighs, which she raised and spread to give me access, and went down on her. In no time I had her whimpering with pleasure. In a couple of minutes, she was cumming for the first time, and I kept at it as she orgasmed repeatedly over a couple of minutes.
Then I moved up to kiss her again, and slipped my cock into her warm cunt, and started our old familiar dance of love: long slow strokes, accompanied by deep kisses and moving my hands over her thighs and up to her breasts. Then I pushed myself up on my arms so that I had maximum leverage and fucked her looking down into her smiling face, as she rubbed her hands all over my hairy chest and abs.
"Rick, baby, I love to feel the power of your body when you take possession of me. And tonight, your cock feels even bigger than usual. It feels so good inside me. Fuck me harder, baby."
I sped up and slammed my cock into her, my balls bouncing against her taint as I went all the way in and then pulled out so that just the tip of my cockhead was inside. She locked her legs around my waist and pushed her pelvis up to meet my thrusts. A few seconds later, she started to have another orgasm, and I was shooting for the fourth time tonight, deep into her cunt.
When we were done, we collapsed into a happy, comfortable heap of flesh and soon fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next morning, we got up fairly early. We had had a lot of sex the night before, so we just cuddled a little and then each went to take a shower and get the day started. Around eight, we decided to head over to the beach-front restaurant for breakfast. When we got there, the young couple we had seen fucking on the secluded beach was waiting for a table too.
"Care to join us?" I asked.
"Sure," was the man's reply, and his wife smiled and nodded in assent.
"This is Jen, and I'm Rick," I said, and told them where we were from.
"This is my wife Erin, and I'm Brandon," he said. "We're from near Chicago, down here for our honeymoon."
"Congratulations and best wishes," said Jen, holding out her hand to shake theirs. We were led to our table by the hostess and seated. Our waiter appeared, and, what do you know, but it was Brian!
He smiled brightly at me, and nodded at Jen, and said, "Good morning guys. Hope you had a great evening last night," giving me a discreet wink. "What can I get you?" He had smiled at Brandon too, but after a brief smile, Brandon turned away to study his menu.
We all placed our orders, and made some small talk, as we waited for our breakfast. Erin mentioned that she was a sales rep for a pharmaceutical company, and Brandon worked for the same company as an executive in marketing. He traveled a lot, he said. I thought, interesting, maybe he'll be in our area some time.
During breakfast, the talk turned to plans for the day. Brandon said he wanted to take out one of the sailboats, and asked if any of us wanted to crew with him. The women declined, saying that they wanted to stay on the beach with a trashy book, but I said I would.
"Maybe we could take a picnic lunch," I said, "then we wouldn't have to worry about when we get back.
"Fine by me," he replied, and when Brian returned, I ordered two box lunches and a bottle of rosŽ to take on the boat.
"Let me get changed and meet me down by the dock in a half-hour," Brandon said.
"OK," I replied. Brian gave me another wink as he delivered the box lunches, and we were off to our bungalow to change. I put some sun-screen and got a towel, plus some other stuff in a small bag, not forgetting the condoms, lube and poppers. I kissed Jen good-by and said "See you after lunch. Have a good one," then headed down to the dock.
Brandon was already there. He had changed into his swim-trunks--long, surfer style, low on the hips--and a tank top. He had a bag with some longer clothing to get out of the sun if he wanted, plus a towel and a book. Seeing him again I was reminded of how attractive his lanky, ropy-muscled body was. He was in his late twenties, but had a boy's body, and I had to fight off an erection. I was wearing a tank top and my Speedos, and I didn't want to give myself away yet.
Brandon turned out to be an expert sailor.
"My family always kept a boat on Lake Michigan," he said, "and I used to race in the yacht club when I was a teenager."
So he was the captain, and I just did as I was told. We sailed out away from shore and then headed up the coast in a very brisk breeze. It was exhilarating how the boat heeled over, its gunwales in the water and the waves breaking over the bow. A couple of flying fish leapt from the water and sailed away from in front of us as we sped along. After an hour or so, the wind moved around, so we tacked and headed back down the coast, passing the resort and heading in the direction of the little pocket beach we had originally seen each other at.
It was about 11:45, and I said, "Why don't we pull up on that beach and relax and have our lunch?"
"Sounds like a plan," he said. No problem in getting the boat in. It was a center-board boat, and we could sail in close, with the board up, anchor and wade ashore, which is what we did. We spread out our towels, and I opened the bottle of rosŽ and got out the two glasses Brian had packed with it. I poured, and we clinked them together. "To your marriage," I said.
"Thanks," he said.
We just sat in silence, sipping our wine for a while, and I looked over at his lithe body, tanned and supple, with his curly dark hair in pleasing disarray, little tufts of hair around his nipples and a love trail under his belly-button Other than that, nice and smooth, with a nice ripped set of abs, like a teenager. I caught him looking at me and assessing my more muscled, hairy body, and glancing at my package when he didn't think I was looking.
"You work out?" he asked.
"Yeah, usually about three times a week," I replied.
"I woulda thought more," he said.
"I got into it more a few years ago, but now three times is enough to maintain what I have," I said.
"I'm envious," he said. "I never seem to be able to bulk up when I work out."
"A lot of it is genes," I said, "but when I was in my twenties I found it harder too. In my mid-thirties my body changed and it was easier to put on muscle that shows. Before that I was strong, I just didn't bulk up easily. Maybe the same thing will happen to you."
"I hope so," he said, "you have a great body. I bet Jen is really hot for it, right?"
"Well, yeah, we do have our share of hot sex. Maybe more than our share, come to think of it." I winked at him. "Why don't we get undressed and catch some rays?"
I asked. He looked doubtful.
I said, "Well, I know you have seen me naked because I was sleeping on the beach naked with my wife when you guys pulled up your kayaks and went over behind the rocks to make love," I smiled.
He looked embarrassed. "How did you know?" he asked.
"I saw you fucking her. Pretty hot. We woke up and there were the kayaks, and I went exploring, and heard you guys having sex behind the rocks and took a peek. My wife saw it too. It was great. Brought back memories of our own honeymoon two years ago."
He blushed a deep red, and looked flustered.
"Hey, no big deal," I said. "My wife and I have a great marriage, but we also like variety, and we have sex with other people, alone and at parties. We've seen lots of other people having sex together in the last year we have been swinging. We know when something is hot, and you guys definitely are."
I pulled off my swim suit and said, "C'mon, get naked. Just us men, it's OK."
He stared at my flaccid cock. I'm about five inches soft, which is pretty big. He wriggled out of his swim trunks and took off his shirt. I looked at his cock. Smaller than mine, but very nice. Respectable size. Cut. Nicely formed. His wife was a lucky woman in that department.
I poured more wine, then said, "Brian told me you had a good time together at this beach."
Now he looked really embarrassed. "Oh, man," he said, "I don't want that to get out to Erin."
"Don't worry," I said, "it won't. Brian's cool and so am I. I fucked him when he delivered room service two days ago, and he and another guy and I had a party in the hot tub and in bed last night. I've been having sex with Jen a couple of times a day too, and we had a good session with another couple the night before last. Sex is a specialty at this resort. Relax and have a good time. You don't get this opportunity often. Anyway, I'm hungry. Why don't we break out the lunch?"
He took the boxes out of the bag and we ate: fresh shrimp salad sandwiches, little containers of olives and pickles, fruit, and pastry. We finished off the bottle of rosŽ and were both feeling pretty mellow.
I asked him, "Your time with Brian, that wasn't your first was it?"
"No," he said after hesitating a little. He knew that I knew.
"I guess I could tell from the way you were checking me out," I said.
"God, was I that obvious?" he said.
"Nah, not really, it's just that I notice things like that. I've had sex with a lot of guys, both gay and bi, and some that claimed to be straight, though I didn't believe that for a minute. So tell me a little about your experiences."
"OK, I guess there's no harm. This is just between us though. If Erin found out, I think she would be pretty upset." He paused and sighed, then took in a breath and started to tell his story.
"Like a lot of guys, I experimented a bit in high school, though I had girlfriends mostly. There were a couple of gay guys I knew and could trust, and I let them suck me. But no reciprocation, even though I wanted to. I guess I felt threatened that I would turn gay," he said.
"Yeah, I think that's normal," I said, "but you are hard-wired for your sexual preference. It's just biology. Some people want only women, some only men, and some, like us, like the experiences that each sex gives us."
"Yeah." He paused again. "So," he continued, "in college I experimented with guys some more and started sucking, and kissing. Then I met this guy that I really fell for. He was a grad student, a few years older, really good-looking with a hot body, and, well, we fell in love. I didn't think that was possible. We were together for about a year before splitting up, and he taught me lots of stuff, took me to the baths, got me into gay culture. I always felt like an outsider though, because I could never be completely gay, you know, the mannerisms, the catty chat, all that, and I let him know that. He was OK with it for a while, maybe thought he could convert me, but I just couldn't be gay enough for him, and that is what led to our splitting up.
"However, he taught me a lot, and was the first man to fuck me. Since college, I have had mostly girlfriends, but I kept seeking out male partners, in bars, going to the baths, and other places. Most have been one-time hook-ups, but a few have been regulars for a while. However, when I met Erin, we really were like a hand and glove. I love her a lot, and our sex is really mind-blowing. I am really looking forward to a life together and, in a couple of years, a family."
"Brandon, your story is pretty much like mine, but I didn't find the love of my life until I was almost forty. I actually let Jen know about my past experience before we got married, because I knew that it would be impossible for me to completely give up sex with guys, even if she was the most important thing in my life. We were monogamous for our first year of marriage, and then, I don't remember how it came up, but the conversation turned to having sex outside our marriage, and it turned out that she was as interested in that as I was.
"So we started to go to swinger's club meetings, and I discreetly found some man-on-man sex too. And that action just added spice to our own sex life. She knows about it, but I don't rub her face in it. I know that she has some side action with other guys, and maybe women too, but I don't ask questions. We have a great sex life together, and love each other and that's all that counts. We actually chose this resort because of its reputation for being a favorite of swingers."
"I didn't know that before we got here," Brandon said. "But it is pretty obvious now that you mention it. It's way too early in our marriage to bring that up with Erin. I think I need to wait awhile like you did with Jen. Also, it might be good for her to know more about my past too, so I think I need to find a way to tell her about my experiences with men, like you did with Jen."
I turned to him and said, "The warm sun and the wine really makes me feel horny. What about you?"
"Yeah, I guess," he said shyly. I had noticed that his cock seemed just a little bigger by the time we finished lunch, and I was getting half hard and was now about seven inches long. Brandon had been stealing glances at my cock for a little while.
I said softly to him, "You know, you are really hot and I'm getting pretty excited and would love to make love with you," and leaned over and kissed him, putting my hand on his thigh, and guiding his hand to my hardening cock.
The warm sun and wine had broken down his inhibitions, and he surrendered himself to my kiss and my hands seeking out his own cock, which quickly hardened in my fingers as mine rose to its full size in his hand.
We sat next to each other on the beach for a few minutes, just kissing, making out, and feeling each other's cocks.
Then I said, "Why don't we take this behind those rocks. Just in case someone sails by, OK?"
Brandon said nothing, but got up and headed toward the rocks where he and Erin had been fucking the day before. I picked up my bag with my supplies and headed after him, enjoying the sight of his tight ass, ropy back muscles and slim legs as he walked in front of me.
When we came around behind the rocks, I dropped the bag and took him in my arms and started to kiss him passionately, shoving my tongue down his throat. He, too, responded with passion, moving his hands around my neck and shoulders, running them all over my body, savoring the feel of my hard muscles and hairy chest. Our cocks were pressed against each other and our bellies, and he humped his pelvis eagerly into mine, rubbing his hard cock against mine.
For someone who seemed to be a little hesitant to engage in man-to-man action, he seemed like a more than willing partner. I thought that if I decided to be passive, he would take the more aggressive role, so I decided to do that for a while. I melted into his arms, and let him lead. His hands moved down to my cock, taking it firmly and stroking it. Then one hand moved around to my ass, and I felt it move down my crack to my hole. It massaged, and probed. Geez, I thought, this guy is not the casual player he makes himself out to be.
We kissed and caressed for a while, but he was pushing forward and not wanting to take it slow at all. I was happy to have him lead. I knew that I would have my turn later.
"Suck me, man," he said, pushing me down on my shoulders. I was only too happy to comply, and knelt in front of him on the sand. I didn't think he was looking for a lot of subtleties and foreplay, so I leaned forward and just swallowed his cock to the bottom.
"Oh, yeah, man, that's what I want, suck it man, just suck it," he managed to say.
I ran my lips up and down his hard cock. Not a big one, maybe six and a half, or seven, decently thick and very straight, quite beautiful in fact, and I slicked it up good with my saliva, and let my free hands play with his balls, and roam over his abs and chest. He was really getting into it, and thrusting his cock into my throat. I had no trouble with him face-fucking me, since he wasn't too big. I was interested to see how he would reciprocate later.
Then I let one of my hands stray behind his balls and start to massage his asshole, and I knew then that he would be a willing fuck. He didn't resist at all, but simply got more and more turned on by my actions. He pulled me off his cock--it was clear that he was so excited that he would cum if I kept it up--and I played with his balls and ass until he invited me back to suck him some more.
After about ten minutes of this, I stood up to kiss him and as we fondled each other and he felt the length and thickness of my cock (I wanted to get him used to the idea of bottoming for me, and so let him take in my hardness and dimensions) and so I said, "Wanna fuck me?"
"Oh yeah, man" he whispered hoarsely.
I bent down to the bag of supplies I had brought, and took out a condom. I opened it and put it in my mouth and knelt to go down on him again, rolling it down on his cock.
"Man, that is so hot," he said. I don't think anyone had ever done that with him before. It was nice to be able to show someone a new experience. Then I got out the lube and gave it to him.
"Lube me up and get me ready," I said.
He opened the lube and put some on his cock while I turned around, spread my legs, and leaned my hands against the rock, shoving my ass back at him, making myself ready for his erection. I felt his lubed hand against my ass, massaging lube around my hole, and then pushing fingers into my waiting hole. It felt so good, being here on the warm beach, loosened with the wine, getting ready to be fucked by this lithe, energetic man on his honeymoon. What a turn-on, I thought.
He stood behind me, and positioned his cock at my hole. I reached around and helped him get aimed just right, and he put his arms around my chest and eased his hard cock in. Man, that felt good. He wasn't too big, but I could feel his energy coursing through is cock and his hands, and knew that he was as excited as he had ever been with a guy.
He started slow, but pretty quickly his excitement took over and he started fucking fast and furious. A sprinter, I thought, but that's OK. When it's my turn, we'll take it a little slower.
He pounded, and rotated his hips, held on tight to my shoulders, reached around to grab my cock, moved his tongue and lips quickly across my neck and shoulders, his hands coursing over my body as if he couldn't feel enough fast enough.
"Work my nips, man," I said to him, and he moved his hands up my chest and started pinching my nipples hard, and then massaging, pinching and massaging as he pumped away on my ass.
Pretty soon, I felt him tense up and he slammed his cock up the hilt, and held me tight to him, his cock swelling, and then jerking as he shot into the condom in my ass.
When he was done, he held it there for about a minute, nibbling on my neck and kissing my ears, and then collapsed on the sand behind me, exhausted.
"Fuckin' fantastic," he gasped. "I thought my session with Brian was the best, but this was even better."
"We're not done yet," I said, and knelt down next to him to kiss him.
Pretty soon we were stretched out on the sand, kissing and feeling each other all over, as he came down from his sexual high, and I continued to build to mine. I rolled my body over on top of his, my cock pressed against his belly, shoving my tongue down his throat, grinding my cock into him.
He wrapped his arms around my back, and hooked his legs over mine, pulling me tightly to him with his strong wiry thighs. I pushed myself up on my arms and started doing push-ups on him. He smiled, clearly enjoying what I was doing.
"God, man, you're so muscular," he said, "it's so hot seeing your arms and chest and stomach flex. You're makin' me hard again," and, indeed, I felt his cock beginning to swell and ride against mine.
Now I pushed his legs away, and straddling him, moved up so that my cock was right in front of his mouth.
"Man, you're big," he said, repeating himself.
"It's OK, you'll make me feel good no matter how much you can get in," I said, and moved my cock to his lips and gently pushed it into his waiting mouth.
He was not a bad cocksucker. Not as good as Brian, but he clearly had had some practice, and he could get me in a little more than half way without gagging. He did great things with his tongue, rolling me around and varying the suction and pressure with his lips. I loved looking down at his handsome, tanned, masculine face as my cock glided in and out of his lips. I reached around and found his hard cock and started stroking him as he sucked, and he then sucked with even more passion. Every so often, he would run his lips up and down the underside of my cock, or mouth my balls, and massage my asshole.
He sucked for about seven or eight minutes, and then I moved to his side and lay down, and said, "It's my turn to fuck you now. If you ride me, you can control the penetration, OK?"
"Yeah," he said, perhaps a bit doubtfully. "You'll be the biggest I've ever had. Ya gotta take it easy with me, OK?"
"Sure, not a problem. I want you to enjoy it," I said, and reached over to my bag and took out a condom, ripped it open and rolled it down.
"Lube us up," I said, and handed him the bottle.
While he was squeezing lube on my cock and rubbing it into his ass, I reached over and got out the bottle of poppers.
"These should help," I said, and pulled him down into a kiss as he straddled me.
While we kissed, I found his asshole, and probed him with one finger, then two then three, gradually stretching him open, him moaning through the kisses.
"I want to be in you," I said, and he sat up, positioning his ass over my cock, reaching around to guide me into his warm tunnel of love.
"Oh, geez, that's beautiful," he said. "I thought you would hurt, but that big cock feels so wonderful," grabbing the poppers and taking a deep breath, slowly he started riding up and down on my cock, long, deliberate strokes, his own cock super-hard and throbbing between his legs as he moved on me.
He handed the bottle to me and I followed suit. He went for a couple of minutes, and then leaned forward to kiss me, while I ran my hands over his smooth, back, feeling his tight muscles. Then back up again, pushing up and down, my hands working his chest and shoulders, grabbing his slim waist, stroking his hard cock in time to his ride.
He had been riding with his knees on the sand next to my chest, but now he moved up so that his feet were on either side of my waist to give himself a little more maneuverability. He could now go farther up and down a bit faster, and rotate his hips around, giving me different sensations as he rode me.
A minute later, I sat up and pulled him to my chest, seeking out his mouth once again and pulling him into a deep kiss as my cock worked deep in his ass. As I did so, I leaned forward, just as he had when he was fucking Erin in the same spot yesterday, and keeping my cock deep in him, rolled him onto his back, his legs in the air at his sides, my arms under his knees supporting my weight on them as I swiveled my cock in and out of his ass.
He loved having me in control now, the feeling of my larger, more muscular body taking control of him, as he had Erin the day before. Gradually, I picked up my speed, and he moaned appreciatively, pushing his ass back toward my thrusts, moving his hands to my bulging pecs as I fucked him ever more furiously.
Now, I was pounding him. If it hurt at all, he didn't care. He seemed to be in heaven, his eyes rolling back and then closing. I was nearing my climax, and he was too, and so I took his hard cock in my hand and stroked him over the edge.
As he started shooting, his sphincter clamped down on my cock, and pushed me over too. I slammed into him one last time, and blew my load into the condom. We both moaned moans that really approached screams: deep, animal, guttural.
Finally, we collapsed in a sweaty heap of man-flesh, our mouths seeking each other out again, first hungrily, and then as we came down from our sex-high, softer and more intimate.
"Man, that was hot," he managed to say.
"Yeah, you got a hot ass," I said, smiling back at him. "I hope I can get to know it a little better," I said.
"Yeah, me too with you," he said. "Maybe we'll get a chance this week, but I'm usually in your area a few times a year. I'd love to get together when I'm there. I usually stay in a nice hotel, so if you can get away for a whileÉ."
"Yeah, I'd like that," I said. "But now, we should probably be sailing back. Jen won't mind that I've been fucking you, but maybe Erin wants to see more of her new husband. I hope you still have enough energy to fuck her today too."
"No problem," Brandon said. "All I have to do is think about our time together, and I'll be ready for a hot session with her again."
So we got up, gathered our stuff together, took a quick dip off the beach, and climbed into the boat, raised the sails and headed back to the resort.
It was only Tuesday, that day with Brandon, but before we knew it, the week had flown by. Here it was Friday, and the next day we would be packing up and heading home.
I almost felt like I needed a vacation from the vacation. Tuesday evening, after my morning with Brandon, Jen and I got together with Brian. She wanted me to fuck both of them, and surprisingly, Brian showed a good deal of talent eating her cunt. She briefly rode his cock, but that was too much for him, and he quickly turned his attentions back to me.
Wednesday and Thursday saw action with some new couples we had met, and I arranged for more mid-day sex with Brian. I wished I could take him back home. I was completely captivated by his beautiful body and total lack of inhibition and pretense. It had been a long time since I had met a man who enjoyed sex for its own sake so much.
Friday night, we decided to stage a little farewell party in our bungalow, and invited Malik and Ingrid, plus three other couples we had befriended and fucked with during the week. I had managed to get one of the other men alone with me when we were together, and we sucked each other's cocks, but he didn't want to have his wife see him doing it, so I suspected that maybe even Malik would not want to indulge tonight.
No problem though: the prospect of sex with up to five women that night had me turned on enough. I knew that I would be able to meet up with Malik when we got back home, and maybe even take him to the baths or a gay sex party. I regretted that we couldn't have Brandon and Erin join us. Their young bodies would have made them very popular, but it was clear that it was much too early in their relationship to chance it.
Anyway, the party was a rousing success, and we all made vows to try to vacation at the same time next year, though I suspected that it might be hard to pull it together. Regardless, Jen and I decided we were coming back again. It was hard to believe that we could have more fun than we had had home, but when you are at the right place with a like-minded group of people, I guess it's natural.